I thought I'd never get through this treacherous game, A crossword puzzle on who's to blame.
A list to hurt those we love, Damn we couldn't even be graced from above.
Crying in the shadows blood like wine, not wanting to return here I jumped the line.
So if I must die let it be here, Not where love is far and hate be near. Not on a cross silver and cold, but on a crucifix of red and gold.
You used my heart to escape your cell, But I got locked into a fiery hell.
But now I am free, able to fly, I still bear wounds that make even demons cry.
I still try to avoid your lust, to give in would be ashes to ashes dust to dust.
